Luyện nghe bài hát Put On Tha Set

I got put on the set, Jimmy Jacks in a shack
with my nigga Coolio, got me to' the back
High as a UFO, in my drawers
in the hall, to the walls
Now a spooked, umm
voice* Heavens to merkatroids, I'm looped!
I'm tripping! *normal voice* what do I see?
It's me, that Dub C on the TV
Now I I'm buzzed
cause I'm on the TV but the unplugged
Damn, this shit is the Twilight Zone
*sings theme* Na-na-na-na, I'm blowed!
now I'm havin illusions, illusions
of me on channel eleven on a and white tube and
Mack and the Gene are one of mine
Hangin Sinead and they sippin on the four-oh
Now I know I'm trippin Lawrence voice* Oh my goodness!
Let me the TV and
Dizamn! again there I go
But this time it's channel on Arsenio
I'm a wet one on the couch
up a fat middle finger to the crowd
I'm faded, but not in a way in which you seen
the side effects, yeah, I'm on the set
Chorus:
Asshole naked in front of the set; I'm wet
Ain't no when yo' ass is wet; I'm wet
Look, look, way up in the sky everybody
look, look, and you'll me flyin high
So there I was, standin in of the set mesmerized
Kickin off the scenery right before me
High as a motherfucker was I to do?
now the yerm has got me thinkin I'm on channel two
Peep it -- bip-bip-bip the bi-on-ic man I'm out of control
and now I see on Highway Patrol
from the Feds tryin to make my get away
but there's *singin* to run, ba-bay
And now from this drama I needed a rest
So I went on channel so I can catch my breath
Now who's this after five of bein there
I met motherfucker named the Fresh Prince of Bel Air
this nigga was funny I must admit it
but his Uncle and his cousin Carlton was bitches
Them was cock blockin, talkin bout killin me
cause I told em I wanted to fuck the out of Hillary, ooh
Now what's a realer trip to fantasy, all I
is she was lookin good them t-shirt and panties, huh
I can't believe this shit, I'm wet
Fuck tricks, my mind is with dipsticks, I'm on the set

Still blowed from the I'm askin was it worth it
Cause like Slick Rick now Dub C is and I'm nervous
now the TV's changin by itself, uh-oh danger
Cause now I see myself on nine on the Gladiators
I'm on a rope with a gauge
Boom, bang bang, you niggaz hang
Fuck a obstacle fool, I had them buff bitches
Mass confusion now I one-time comin
So I swing to the exit, off and jetted
Thank God mama the baby gat ready
I left all them bitches behind, til I got to fifty-two
and I found myself on Good Times
was me and this nigga named J.J.
Out on a double date, just on Kool-Aid
Now umm, no need for me to pretenda
like my date was all that like J.J.'s Belinda
yo, but she had a ass like Thelma, like Walona
Drunk off the Mad Dog I fucked and boned her
J.J. the pussy was dy-no-mite though
I admit the hoe had a mug as ugly as Flo'
I'm on tha set